by 2725dlEnnis, Clare, Clare, Ireland
Jun 2013 575 Views 3 comments
A Dublin Bus Station.
Luggage,
People cattled.
Gate 16, number 11.
Gate 14, number 12.
Gate 12, number 10 bus.
Latino's
Jews,
Blacks,
Islam,
Chinese,
English,
Korean,
Two Americans !
Rushing,
Panic,
Is this my bus ?.
Tell me again,
Where did I grow up ?.
17/06/13.
People cattled.
Gate 16, number 11.
Gate 14, number 12.
Gate 12, number 10 bus.
Latino's
Jews,
Blacks,
Islam,
Chinese,
English,
Korean,
Two Americans !
Rushing,
Panic,
Is this my bus ?.
Tell me again,
Where did I grow up ?.
17/06/13.
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Posted: Jun 2013
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Comments (3)
forgot about the Latinos.
So snappy.
I would say as far as culture and race go, Most people grow up in Ignorance.
and that's me included. Being a member of the global community is a learned responsibility we all face